Blue Notes Lyrics

Swervin' the 911 Porsche up in sport mode I'm still smelling like weed walkin' in to

Court tho yea time is money and I got big goals

And I just wanna count us a blue notes and it's a risk to keep fuckin' with these

Broke hoes this really levels to the shit, man, you know

How it goes and I just wanna get rich and put the team

On Smokin' and drivin' down the coast, yeah

I'm blowin' smoke and I'ma keep rappin' so I ain't gotta keep

Sellin' dope one thing I pray for is to never go broke

Look at the fit, I spent a couple thousand on these clothes

And yeah, my bitch deserved diamonds, before I got her a rose and if I

Get a new whip, I want the lamb or maybe the rolls

And yeah, I had a talk with God and he told me don't fold

The feds watching, but yeah, I still get em gone

Yeah, the market high right now, but I still get him sold

And I can't even see your ass through a telescope

I'm in a whole nother bracket, another league, bro

Man, you crazy, you just like Steve-O and man, you gon' smell that weed everywhere

I go and still movin' bags through a Metro

And yeah, I'm still movin' shit off of Letgo and yeah, another pint gone, shout out Petro

I still stand on business, ain't gotta flex, though

Swervin' the 911, Porsche up in sport mode I'm still smelling like we walkin' in to court tho

Yea time is money and I got big goals and I just wanna count up some Blue Notes

And I just wanna count up some Blue Notes